So I’m generally a quiet person, and kind of deal with things on my own. I’ve had not that good of a life, and seen some shit that nobody should see. I grew up in an abusive household and where I wasn’t taken care of. Eventually I moved into the foster care system. Permanently.
Now with that being said, the foster family I went to for the second home treated me like family. It didn’t matter that I was some Native kid. And eventually they became my family. And then the new year rolls around, and my uncle from that part of my life got some devastating news. He was diagnosed with cancer in his liver, bones, and kidneys, and I got flashbacks to when my son was diagnosed with kidney cancer. Unfortunately my uncle is not expected to live other than a miracle. He’s already had a liver transplant this year, is scheduled for a kidney replacement on Tuesday, and then restarts his chemo a couple of weeks after that. It sucks because this guy was someone who would chop through logs without a problem, and also used to lead a church as their pastor and spiritual guide, and now he can barely sit up.
He’s in his mid-60s, so health problems are kind of expected to creep up. But this guy now appears twice that age. f*** cancer.
And as an update to what seems like a throwaway comment, my son who was given a 5% chance of seeing his next birthday when diagnosed is now a happy healthy 16 year old who loves the Red Wings and plays soccer as a defender for his high school.